pale || prinxiety

anxiety

i do like morality, a very nice, funny guy, a real...special boy. i enjoy his company, sometimes, today is one of those days...or nights? i don't know, to be honest.

it's gotten late i suppose, and as we were talking, he just said something and it pushed a little button in me, and i guess i'm crying...it's a nice crying. it's a release.

usually i save this...time of the month for when i'm alone, so they don't need to see, and if i'm needed right after, i just pack on the powder and it usually hides how red my face got, they rarely notice.
"let it out, kiddo" morality pats my shoulder, having wrapped his arm around them, but i remember when prince and i were like this, thomas was anxious to make creative decisions, it's the reason why i set the blanket between us, maybe it would put a kind of barrier between us, just a little while...just a little while longer.

"what do you think it's like to be the others?" i ask out of the blue, using my hoodie sleeve to wipe my eyes, sniffling a little.
"must be fun! i mean logan gets to help thomas a lot! and roman gets to be so...well, fanciful!" morality grins, "god, i hate optimism" i mutter.

"do you think they feel love?" i mumble reluctantly. "well, just maybe...roman, certainly, for a prince, he must feel some kind of love, isn't it the...cliche i suppose that the princess falls in love with the prince, or prince with the prince?" he replies, letting out a small chuckle afterwards. "what about logic?".
"he's a tough cookie, a tough but sweet cookie" morality smiles, "you just need to find his soft center..." his smile grew a little. "you sound a little fond about him" i smirk, hearing his small pfft. "what happens in my room, stays in my room" i urge. "like vegas!", "that...that was the...the punchli- nevermind...".

"so, if there is anything you wanna admit, this is a safe place".
"no it isn't, the spiders are not making it safe".
"excluding the spiders, this is a safe place, so if there's anything you wanna admit..?" i raise a brow, looking at him, wondering if he will say anything. "i...i think i'm fine, what about yourself, you awkward annie".
"don't call me that", "will do".

"i guess that..." i consider, thinking, glancing to him, lifting my head from his shoulder, and out of the corner of my eye, i can see his eyes widening a little. "that...i do have feelings..."

"for someone..?".

"maybe, just possibly".